COMANCHEROS, THE
(Tillman Franks -
- written for the 1961 film "The Comancheros", but not used)


Claude King - 1961
Lonnie Donegan - 1962
Teresa Brewer - 1966





Paul Regret of New Orleans
A fast man with a gun
Didn't wanta go, but he had to run 
When he shot down the Judge's son
Yes, he shot Judge Cobain's son

With the dark of night he left that town
Never to return again
With a one-way ticket at the end of the line
He was told by a stranger man
The Comancheros have taken this town

And then the Comancheros came a-ridin' through the night
Stealin' and a-killin', takin' ev'rything in sight
Nothin' left behind, but the blood and the sand
The Comancheros have taken this land
The Comancheros have taken this land

I'd cover ev'ry inch of the ground where I stand
Outside before I'd run
I'm not afraid of any living man 
And here I'll make my stand
With a gun I'll make my stand

He rode into the Comancheros' town 
Like a wild man on the run
Before he'd leave, they would all be dead
They'd die by his blazin' gun
They'd die by his blazin' gun

And then the Comancheros came a-ridin' through the night
Stealin' and a-killin', takin' ev'rything in sight
Nothin' left behind, but the blood and the sand
The Comancheros have taken this land
The Comancheros have taken this land
The Comancheros have taken this land
The Comancheros have taken this land
The Comancheros ........... FADE


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ALTERNATE LYRICS:


The Comancheros are takin' this land
The Comancheros are takin' this land

Paul Regret of New Orleans
A fast man with a gun
Didn't want to go, but he had to run 
When he shot down the Judge's son
Yes, he shot Judge Cobain's son

With the dark of night he left that town
Never to return again
With a one-way ticket at the end of the line
He was told by a stranger man
The Comancheros are takin' this land

And then the Comancheros came a-ridin' through the night
Stealin' and a-killin', takin' ev'rything in sight
Nothing left behind, but the blood and the sand
The Comancheros are takin' this land
The Comancheros are takin' this land

I'll cover ev'ry inch of the ground where I stand
I'd die before I'd run
I'm not afraid of any living man 
And here I'll make my stand
With a gun I'll make my stand

He rode into the Comancheros' town 
Like a wild man on the run
Before he'd leave, they'd all be dead
They'd die by his blazin' gun
They died by his blazin' gun

And then the Comancheros came a-ridin' through the night
Stealin' and a-killin', takin' ev'rything in sight
Nothing left behind, but the blood and the sand
The Comancheros are takin' this land
The Comancheros are takin' this land






(Transcribed by Mel Priddle - October 2014)